Illegitimate meal

You covered your head and rolled on the bed, struggling in pain.

Don't bite, if it hurts, bite brother.

Chu Long!good!Let go...

You feel someone grabbing your arm, and there is a little tingling pain from your elbow that you barely notice, you gradually become dizzy under the smell of blood in your mouth, and slowly sink into dreamland.

Who is ChuRong?where is thisAm I not dead yet?

Your consciousness seems to be very clear, you can hear the words of the people around you, but when those words are heard in your ears, it is like a membrane covering your ears, so you can't make out what is being said.

You didn’t die by jumping down from the [-]th floor. You don’t know whether you should be thankful for your fate and live resignedly, or try another method when the medical staff are not paying attention.

You no longer have the slightest belief in wanting to live.

No relatives, no friends, all you have is a few properties left by your parents, a deposit that can guarantee you food and drink for a lifetime, and a super brain that can complete the entire high school in one semester.

You have always been called a genius since you were a child. The children of the same age as you in the whole community are unwilling to play with you, but your arrogance also makes you have no interest in them. You are just a group of little farts who are still playing house. Girl, you always use all kinds of poisonous words to mock them behind their backs, but in the end you are still the top student who is called mom friend by the neighbors.

Some people say that geniuses and lunatics are actually one. They are both crazy and sick. Rather than saying that there is a fundamental difference, it is better to say that some people use this state to successfully conquer the crowd while others are not accepted. And most of this group of people have psychological defects or spiritual defects, and you happen to be one of them.

Sometimes you even feel that you are two people, one is accepted by the world, she is both good and lovely, the other is hated by the world, she is withdrawn and even arrogant, but they are both you, not two independent individual.

Speaking of Quan Zhilong, sometimes you feel that he is actually very pitiful, being targeted by such a self, but you also feel that he is very lucky, because he has a fan who loves him to death.

You feel lonely all around you, and you can't help but think about the years when you pestered him as a bastard.

The walls are covered with portraits drawn by you yourself, the ceiling is covered with pictorial posters and photos, the wardrobe is full of the same clothes, and the coffee cups he drank secretly picked up at the airport, using the same incense and Perfume, imitating his singing and learning his dance steps, raising a Shar-Pei who looks almost the same, falling asleep with his singing every night, running around the world with his footsteps, even what you eat every day is what he likes Bofan, you live in the spiritual world you have made for yourself every day, you can't get out, and you never want to get out.

You seem to stop thinking about the parents who abandoned you in pursuit of your so-called happiness. They no longer exist in your head and heart.

There are nagging voices in your ears again, you feel that your hand is being held by someone, you try hard to concentrate but still can't hear what he/she said.

Suddenly you fell into loneliness again, and the world was so quiet that you felt a little impatient.

"Will you make a deal with me?"

A cold voice rang in your ears.

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